Luyện nghe bài hát The Twa Brothers

Two pretty boys were goin' tae the
And one coming home
William to John, Can you throw a stone
Or can you play at a ball, a ball, or can you play at a

Says John to William, I canna' a stone
Little can I at a ball
But if go down to a merry green woods
I'll try you a fall, a fall, I'll try you a wrestlin'

So went down tae a merry green woods
Beneath the bough
The little penknife out of William's coat
And gave John his wound, wound, and gave John his deadly

Ah, now take off your white Holland shirt
And teer it frae gore tae
And you bind my deadly wounds
That might bleed no more, no more, that they might bleed no

So he's ta'en off his Holland shirt
And he's torn it frae gore tae
And he's bound his deadly wounds
Ah, they bled ten times more, more, they bled ten times

Ah but what shall I tell to your father
This night when I go
him I'm away to a London school
And a scholar I'll come home, home, a good scholar I'll come

Ah but what shall I to your sister dear
This night I go home
Tell her I'm away to a London
And the good I'll bring home, home, the good books I'll bring

Ah but what shall I tell to sweetheart dear
This night I go home
her I'm dead and in the grave laid
And the grass is growin' green, green, the grass is green

Ah but what shall I tell to stepmother dear
This night when I go
her I'm dead and in the grave laid
For she prayed I might never come home, home, she prayed I
never home